September 20, 2010

Don't drink too much coffee, kids!

SEATTLE - JULY 01:  Japanese tourist Hiroko Uc...Image by Getty Images via @daylife
Written September 1st 2010 at 9:00 pm on a Sushi Party notepad in Starbucks.

She always said that Starbucks sucked, and that local individually owned coffee shops were better. But this is a nice place. It has soft chairs and good music and when I walked in they were talking about Led Zeppelin and The Who and Starcraft.

I love geeks.

Now the music is distracting.

Any tips on keeping up 5k training while working a crazy job in the middle of nowhere and missing your boy like crazy?
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September 13, 2010

A Case of You

So I feel like the worst friend ever. My bestest best friend in the whole wide world, Lee, called me Saturday night while I was at the fair. He left a voice-mail, but I figured he just wanted to chat and I'd call him back later, when I had time to actually chat. Two days later, I finally listened to the voicemail.

Turns out his Grandpa was in the hospital. He was freaking out and crying on the voicemail. In all the 20 years I've known him, I've rarely seen or heard him cry. When my Nanny died, when my friend Zandra ditched me, when I failed a class, he was there for me. He needed me, and I was a lazy, self-centered bitch.

I did finally talk to him today. Everything is more or less okay now. His Grandpa is stable but they might have to do surgery later. I told him I'd go to the hospital with him if he wanted.

I feel like such a worthless human being.

September 03, 2010

Bah Humbug

I love it when things don't work like they're supposed to. Like trying to vacuum out the lint trap and it having no effect whatsoever. And then trying to re-attach the hose attachment to where it's supposed to go and having it just freaking fall off.

Also I am hungry like the wolf.

My hands have weird scars on them. I don't understand why I keep getting hurt in odd ways.

I seriously have to get the Laundry Monster under control. I feel like Lady Gaga except instead of the Fame Monster it is the Laundry Monster. Both of them seem to result in dressing really weird.

Kittyface is being a brat. I don't really understand it. He was really sweet after I had to be gone for two days and his Daddy came to check on him. He even slept with me every night. I think maybe he is picking up on the stress and change in the house and acting out because of that.

Ja Ne.
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